He didn’t move. He just watched it. The light pulsed in time with the slowed-down bass. He knew the rhythm of those digits. He knew the ghost on the other end of the line was likely standing on a balcony somewhere, breath hitching in the cold air, finally ready to say the things that didn’t matter anymore.
Then, the light timed out. The cabin fell back into purple shadows. The music continued its slow, agonizing crawl toward the end of the track. Missed Call (Slowed n Reverb)
The vibration stopped. The screen stayed bright for a few more seconds, displaying the notification: Missed Call. He didn’t move